I really don't like the area I'm in. Too many rascist bastards out there for me to be truly comfortable settling down here on a permanent basis. Of course this means that my sarcasm level is through the roof most days just so I can cope with being here.
Unfortunately the area is still seemingly stuck in the early/mid-90's minus the flannel and reduction in gay bashing. For example... "blister in the sun" was recently referred to as a "recent release" on one of the area radio stations. Ok, so maybe partially stuck in the early 80's too, which makes me wonder if I should break out the Michael Jackson Red Leather coat and sequins again.
However, I need to digress and get back to my point.. I have a high sarcasm level normally, out here it is raised beyond it's normal level, and well into the level of an editor at the village voice checking out the fashion trends at wal-mart.
But how is this important now? Good question.. and one I'm glad you asked, you see, it snowed here last week. 2". Many of my customers know I'm not from around here, so in order to have a topic of conversation they'll ask what I think of the snow.
Snow? I'm from Upstate N.Y. Which means that it's considered a heavy frost until Ron Jeremy is invisible lying on his back and happy to be there. So I'm standing there feeling like I've just been shown a picture of an ugly baby...
"So what do you think of all this snow?"
"uh, it's cute...Maybe someday it could grow up into something..."
I've learned that people don't like it when you mock where they live. I'm sorry Illinois...
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